Wicked City

Previously on "Wicked City"...

This killer wants fame and recognition.

That's why he dumped the body

at the Hillside Strangler's location.

I saw Emily the night she was murdered.

Maybe something you saw could lead us to the killer.

I met a music guy at the whisky that night.

I like you, Betty.

We have a real connection.

And this is just the beginning.

I got you something. The V.I.P. List from the strip.

You're a cop.

We need to find your music guy.

I think he is the killer.

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¶ was looked on as something shocking ¶

¶ now heaven knows ¶

¶ anything goes ¶

¶ good authors, too, who once knew better words ¶

¶ now only use four-letter words ¶

¶ writing prose... ¶

DJ Kevin: And now Motley Crue's "Shout at the Devil."

This is dedicated to Mallory K. From her secret admirer.

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¶ Shout at the Devil ¶

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We got a serial killer who left the whisky

within the last five minutes

and probably grabbed a young woman named Karen McClaren...

Brown hair, brown eyes, white female.

She was last seen wearing

an orange tank top and a brown skirt.

Go, go.

Karen McClaren.

Woman: Roth, Contreras, are you there?

Go for Roth.

So, get this.

The radio station calls again.

The dedication was just changed from Karen M. To Mallory K.

Anything? Nothing, man.

It's like she just disappeared.

He called in a dedication to Karen,

and now he just called in another dedication

to a Mallory K.

Maybe he spotted us inside with Karen and switched gears.

Yeah, and girls.

You need to hit the streets for leads on a Mallory K.

I'm gonna call in an A.P.B. On Karen.

This is detective Jack Roth.

I need to call in an A.P.B. On a Karen McClaren,

last seen at the Whisky A Go Go on Sunset.

21 years old, brown hair, brown eyes, white female,

last seen wearing an orange tank top and a brown skirt.

Thanks for getting me out of there.

I-I couldn't breathe.

You really think that guy you met was the killer?

Yeah.

And w... and when I got in that bathroom,

my... my mind just started racing.

I remembered seeing that Emily girl just...

Just talking about apartments and some hot guy, and...

Then she was dead.

Do you think she knew?

Knew what?

Before she died.

Did she know he was gonna kill her?

I hope she didn't.

Yeah, use that.

See, most people always think about the end, the death.

Aah.

I f... I feel so... So jacked up!

Yes, that's the fear. That's the fear.

It's fight or flight.

And in your case, it's write.

Put it all down on paper. All of it.

I don't feel good about this.

It's okay. You'll see.

I-I didn't think it through.

I think you did.

What are you feeling right now?

Terrified.

It's not fear bubbling up inside you.

It's adrenaline.

Admit it.

You feel more alive

than you have in your entire life, right?

Come on.

There's no turning back now.

Oh. Oh, my gosh. Are you okay?

I should've waited until you had me all the way out

before I struggled.

I feel like an idiot.

Not at all. It's no big deal.

I ruined the moment.

It was so hot, me all tied up and you my captors.

I was really into the role.

Could you tell? I mean, you're a producer.

You know when it feels real, right?

You're bleeding.

I am? Is it bad?

Um... Well...

It is gonna need a couple stitches.

I'm an actress. I can't have a scar.

I'll never make it if my face is all messed up.

Oh, no, no, here.

I-I'll stitch you up in two secs.

Mm. You'll be fine.

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Either I'm still really high and can barely feel this

or you know what you're doing.

Both.

I am a nurse, and that valium I gave you

is probably helping with the pain.

You're very gentle.

I love watching you work.

It's so sexy.

And how's our patient?

Perfect.

There won't even be a scar.

Thank you.

Embrace it.

Whoo!

I love your angle.

"The Sunset Strip creates killers."

People coming to the strip for fortune and fame,

even if they have to kill for it.

It's good. Glad you like it.

I want to leave on a positive note.

What does that mean?

It means this might be my last piece for you.

I'm thinking about moving back home.

Why? Why would you do that?

I'm not risking my life for a story.

It's not a story.

It's the story. It's a huge story.

Way to think only of yourself.

No, no, I'm thinking about you.

This is your dream.

I mean, this is your chance.

That's true, but... but there's a killer out there

and he knows where to find me... Right here.

I'll protect you.

With what? The first amendment?

Jack: It's detective Jack Roth. Let us in.

No, no, no. Don't... don't answer it.

We can hear you.

How did you know I was here?

We know where you work.

And so does the killer, so this was a stupid move.

I'm sorry. I ran. I w... I was totally freaked.

I just panicked.

And you felt safer with Diver

than with two detectives?

Okay, you know what? It doesn't matter.

We found you. Listen to me. We need your help.

The killer grabbed another girl from the club.

We need to find this guy.

She's gone.

God only knows what he's doing to her.

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That kind of hurts.

Then don't move.

Oh, my God.

No, don't say a word.

Don't even breathe.

Shh!

Quiet.

Okay, that was freaky.

Incredible, but freaky.

You two are too much.

Where are you going?

I should run Mallory home.

I don't want that little kitty cat to stay here.

Let's call her a cab.

I'll take her.

Just lie with me for a minute.

All right.

But only for a minute.

Where the hell is Mallory?

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Is something wrong?

No, I just have to get going.

I, uh...

Have someplace to be?

You know, I really do.